Nate pounced, fingers attacking the row of microscopic buttons down her side.
He lasted three seconds.
“Why are these so tiny?” he muttered, thumbs skidding like he was picking a lock with oven mitts.
“Coutur—oh—” Allegra sucked in a breath as his knuckles brushed her skin. “You have to earn it. Like a chastity belt, but hotter.”
“Iamearning it.”
Allegra wriggled, the gown tightening its grip. “Push the loop—no, the other loop—wait.” Her instructions dissolved into a frustrated whimper. “Oh my God, just rip it!”
With a curse, he grabbed the bodice and yanked.
Krrrip!
The gown surrendered, pooling at her feet. Nate straightened slowly, his gaze sweeping over her: lace panties, glittering nipple pasties, heels, and nothing else.
“Wow,” he said. “You’re… wow.”
Allegra arched a brow and flicked one of the pasties with a finger. “Even with these?” She peeled it off, then the other, letting them drift to the carpet. “I was worried they’d be too much.”
“You could be wearing a burlap sack and I’d still worship you.”
“Right answer.” She stepped out of her stilettos, hooked her thumbs into her panties, and let them fall, kicking them free. “But now you’re a little overdressed for this party, don’t you think?”
Nate didn’t need telling twice. He shrugged off his dinner jacket, lips curling. “You’re gonna ruin me, princess.”
“Mmm,” Allegra murmured, dropping to her knees. She unbuckled his belt, whipping it off with a satisfyinghiss. “But what a way to go.” She undid his trousers and let them fall, his erection straining against his boxers.
“Well, well,” she said, fingers tracing the outline. “Mr. Steel, I presume?”
“And holy shit, he’s definitely working.”
“What?”
“It’s… nothing,” Nate said.
She slipped her fingers into the waistband, tugged, and holy hell—his cock sprang free, bobbing dangerously close to her nose.Okay, okay. She’d seen the clips, butnothinghad prepared her for this. The sheer weight of him, veins ridged like ropes beneath velvety skin, the head flushed dark with need, already glistening. A thin, dark trail of hair led down to a sac that looked heavy enough to tip scales. Her throat went dry.
Arrip-rustlemade her glance up. Nate’s arms were halfway out of his shirt sleeves, twisting like windmills, collar strangling him. “Need a hand?” she teased, popping the last buttons. Shoes, socks—gone in a blur. He stood there finally, chest bare, looking like he’d just survived a tornado, and somehow thrilled by it. Allegra’s wicked grin matched his. He was all hers, and he knew it.
“So, nine inches, huh?” she said, wrapping her fingers around his shaft, her thumb swiping over the damp tip.
Nate cleared his throat. “That’s what they say.”
“Mmm.” She gave him a slow stroke. “You haven’t checked?”
“Maybe once or twice.”
“Liar.” Her grip tightened. “You’ve got a ruler and a notebook somewhere, don’t you?”
Before he could answer, she leaned in, pressed his cock against his abs, and dragged her tongue up the underside. When she reached the head, she teased the slit with her tongue, tasting him, before finally taking him into her mouth.
“Fuck. Allegra—” Nate gritted out, his fingers flexing in her hair as her lips stretched around his girth, hand stroking the shaft.
She peered up at him through her lashes. Jaw locked, shoulders squared, body strung so tight it looked painful.Good.She wanted to keep him there, balanced on that razor’s edge.
Allegra tunneled him deeper, the broad head knocking against the back of her throat, so tears pricked at her eyes. But she didn’t stop. She couldn’t.
